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London Roses
Willa Sibert Cather
'ROWSES, Rowses! Penny a bunch!' they tell you-- Slattern girls in Trafalgar, eager to sell you. Roses, roses, red in the Kensington sun, Holland R...Rate it:

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London Seagulls
Cicely Fox Smith
The pigeons of the Abbey, the pigeons of Saint Paul's, That woo in windy niches of grey and grimy walls, The pearl-grey dawns of London, his sky th...Rate it:

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London Snow
Robert Seymour Bridges
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lyi...Rate it:

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London Stone
Rudyard Kipling
WHEN you come to London Town, (Grieving-grieving!) Bring your flowers and lay them down At the place of grieving. When you come to London Town, (G...Rate it:

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London Types:
William Ernest Henley
Time, the old humourist, has a trick to-day Of moving landmarks and of levelling down, Till into Town the Suburbs edge their way, And in the Sub...Rate it:

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London Types: 'Liza
William Ernest Henley
'Liza's old man's perhaps a little shady, 'Liza's old woman's prone to booze and cring; But 'Liza deems herself a perfect lady, And proves it in...Rate it:

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London Types: Barmaid
William Ernest Henley
Though, if you ask her name, she says 'Elise,' Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass, And own that, if her aspirates take their ease, She ever...Rate it:

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London Types: Beef-Eater
William Ernest Henley
His beat lies knee-high through a dust of story- A dust of terror and torture, grief and crime; Ghosts that are England's wonder, and shame, and ...Rate it:

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London Types: Bluecoat Boy
William Ernest Henley
So went our boys when Edward Sixth, the King, Chartered Christ's Hospital, and died. And so Full fifteen generations in a string Of heirs to his...Rate it:

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London Types: Bus Driver
William Ernest Henley
He's called The General from the brazen craft And dash with which he sneaks a bit of road And all its fares; challenged, or chafed, or chaffed, ...Rate it:

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London Types: Drum-Major
William Ernest Henley
Who says Drum-Major says a man of mould, Shaking the meek earth with tremendous tread, And pacing still, a triumph to behold, Of his own spine a...Rate it:

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London Types: Flower-Girl
William Ernest Henley
There's never a delicate nurseling of the year But our huge London hails it, and delights To wear it on her breast or at her ear, Her days to co...Rate it:

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London Types: Hawker
William Ernest Henley
Far out of bounds he'd figured-in a race Of West-End traffic pitching to his loss. But if you'd see him in his proper place, Making the browns f...Rate it:

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London Types: Mounted Police
William Ernest Henley
Army Reserve; a worshipper of Bobs, With whom he stripped the smock from Candahar; Neat as his mount, that neatest among cobs; Whenever pageants...Rate it:

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London Types: Sandwich-Man
William Ernest Henley
An ill March noon; the flagstones gray with dust; An all-round east wind volleying straws and grit; St. Martin's Steps, where every venomous gust...Rate it:

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London Types: The Artist Muses At His Ease
William Ernest Henley
The Artist muses at his ease, Contented that his work is done, And smiling-smiling!-as he sees His crowd collecting, one by one. Alas! his trav...Rate it:

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London Types:Life-Guardsman
William Ernest Henley
Joy of the Milliner, Envy of the Line, Star of the Parks, jack-booted, sworded, helmed, He sits between his holsters, solid of spine; Nor, as it...Rate it:

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London Voluntaries IV: Out of the Poisonous East
William Ernest Henley
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage of hell, The Wi...Rate it:

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London West
James McIntyre
While the Thames meanders gently through the green pasture fields of Ingersoll, a pleasing picture to behold, how dif- ferent, alas, is the feeling...Rate it:

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London, 1802
William Wordsworth
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour; England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the hero...Rate it:

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London, Hast Thou Accursed Me
Henry Howard
London, hast thou accused me Of breach of laws, the root of strife? Within whose breast did boil to see, So fervent hot, thy dissolute life, That e...Rate it:

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Metrical Letter, Written From London.
Robert Southey
Margaret! my Cousin!--nay, you must not smile; I love the homely and familiar phrase; And I will call thee Cousin Margaret, However quaint amid the...Rate it:

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On Leaving London For Wales
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind Which from thy wilds even now methinks I feel, Chasing the clouds that roll in wrath behind, And tig...Rate it:

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On Mrs. Ar: F: Leaving London
Thomas Parnell
From Town fair Arabella flies, The Beaux unpowder'd grieve, The Rivers play before her eyes, The Breezes softly breathing rise The Spring begins to...Rate it:

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On The Cover Of John B. Tabb's Late London Volume
John Bannister Tabb
His eyes are dim; And so for him, They thought in London, 'twas enough To bind his book in blind-man's buff. Rate it:

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